All that is now seems but only a dream.
As reality fades to illusion, the bitter aquaintances of the "now"
slaps me across my face.
Survival by definition of change, is all that progresses us as who we are.
Without these certain priorities, we are considered to be one of disillusion
and lost in our faith in happyness.
In order to be truely pleased with life, we feel we must beckon to
"materials" every need.
For sight is usually not givin twice to those who fall victim to image.
All was not so, in a "once upon a time" world. When a few thing
flew above all others, waving their meaning in full.
One of which, is what all seek, because it is the greatest gift and treasure
next to that which only one of a higher power could provide.
And this very thing would be love.
Its sound, brings awe to ones heart and glossy wetness to a once dry eye.
It leaves a smile of permanent show, and drugs the blood which our hearts
pump.
It consumes us whole, mind and body become its slave, and ponder its great
wonder.
It is a thing of great mystery, how somthing most everyone achieves at least
once in their life, is the most searched out glory of the world.
A gift of magnificiant intimacy.
As lipstick bleeds onto loved lips, it is realized that this is all life is.

To love and to be loved.
This was so in a "once upon a time" world.
And as my eyes opened, and the new days sun shined brightly.
I realized that this "once upon a time" world was my reality.
And what my reality is, is only what i have dreamed of.
 
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